Page 32 of Be Your Anything
“Fuck, Lennon.” I lift my hips slightly, moving with her motions. “Suck me.”
Without any pause, she leans over and takes me deep into her mouth, her tongue pressing hard on that vein that runs the length of me. The silky, wet heat of her has me shouting out, unable to keep my exclamations and praise to myself.
I lift a hand to her hair, unclipping the thing she has it wrapped in and letting it drop to the ground then spearing both hands through the chestnut locks that have fallen free. I grip her tightly, knowing Lennon likes me to show that little bit of control, give her that tiny bite of pain. When she moans, I can feel the vibration roll through my body.
But suddenly, she pulls back. Steps away. And the orgasm that was teasing me slowly begins to fade as Lennon rounds her desk to what I realize is her ringing desk phone.
My mouth opens in surprise. “What are you doing?” I ask, though I can clearly see her answering the call.
I don’t think we’ve ever been interrupted before, probably because most of the time, we have sex at one of our houses. There have only been two instances of semi-public sex: here, and that first time at Roth Prep.
My dick twitches at the memory of Lennon’s tits on display for me as she posed with her legs spread.
I look over to where she sits on the other side of her desk, speaking gibberish I can’t understand because all I can think about is my dick and her tits.
Lennon’s eyes connect with mine as she’s talks into the phone, and I see a little glimmer of the troublemaker I know she wishes she could be.
To confirm my suspicions that she’s not entirely focused on her call with what sounds like someone from a catering company, I see her pull all of her hair to one side, sit back in her chair, and run her hand slowly down her neck, her fingers teasing the edge of her shirt before twirling in the necklace of pearls that rests tantalizingly across her smooth skin.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m out of my seat, rounding to her side. She spins her chair towards me, one hand still resting on her desk, tapping a pen against a pad of paper.
“I think we can manage that,” she says into the phone. “You’ll just need to adjust the rider so I can have my boss sign off on the change.”
I slink down to my knees in front of her, flipping our positions from earlier. My hands lift to her top and I make quick work of undoing the buttons of her short-sleeved blouse.
My eyes lift to Lennon’s and I see them wide with something…shock maybe, but she definitely doesn’t stop me as I pop the last one free and spread her shirt open.
Lennon always has the best bras. I used to wonder if she just had sexy lingerie she wore for me, but I’ve seen her once or twice when we weren’t planning on it, and she still had on one of these sexy, lacy things. This one is a pale green and somewhat see-through, and I waste no time before leaning forward and wrapping my lips around a nipple through the fabric.
One of her hands grips my bicep, her short nails lightly digging into my skin. I hear her let out a soft breath before she makes a sound of agreement, though I don’t know if it’s for me or the person on the other end of the phone call.
I pull back slightly and find her head resting against her seat back, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open, phone still to her ear.
I tug down her bra cups and push her tits up, bringing both hands to hold them on either side so they’re plumped together. I press my face between them, alternating between nipples, sucking and tugging and lightly nipping at the skin.
“Perfect,” Lennon says, her voice sounding strained. “Listen, Gemma, I have to go. Yeah, I’ll wait for your email.”
I hear her slam the phone back into its cradle and then feel her hands come to either side of my face, those same nails dragging through my hair as she finally lets herself make noises of encouragement.
“I was working,” she says, holding me tightly against her chest like she’s afraid I’ll pull back. “How do you expect me to handle…oh shit…” She pauses as I suck hard on her left breast. “…to handle a phone call with you doing that?”
I don’t answer her, because my honest reply is that she shouldn’t have answered her phone, not when my dick was in her mouth and I was so close to coming.
She uses both hands to pull my head away from her chest, looking into my eyes. “But it was so fucking hot.” Then she drops her mouth to mine.
I hadn’t even realized we’d not kissed yet, and I welcome her tongue into my mouth, twisting and tangling and moaning at her taste.
Then Lennon bites my lip. I yank back, putting a hand to my mouth in surprise.
“It was hot, but don’t do it again.” She holds my gaze for a moment then pushes me backwards.
I lay back, still stunned, and Lennon follows, tugging up her tight skirt so she can straddle my hips.
When her mouth returns to mine, I feel her suck gently on the spot she just bit, and then her center rests on top of where I wait, hard and wanting, and the bitten lip is the last thing on my mind.
My hands begin to rove and seek while we kiss and rub against each other, taking in anything I can grab, from her trim hips to running along her lean thighs, back up and under her open shirt, up her back to where her bra clasp rests. I flick it open then bring my hands forward, slipping them under the bra and onto her breasts.
Lennon pulls back, moaning as her hips rotate on me.
